The veteran Daoist's spiritual sense and reaction speed, which were acquired through Qi cultivation, saved his life. It was just a subconscious sidestep, and the Taiyin Profound Light only vaporized his left shoulder and entire left arm, leaving the old Daoist with an upper body encrusted in frost and a face turning purple from the cold.
"Cough cough."
Spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood, it froze into frost midair and fell onto the soft earth with a clatter.
"Good, very good."
His aged face twisted into a stiff smile as his remaining right hand conjured a pale white shield, fending off all of Li Xiangping's incoming attacks.
Another such effort made him cough up more blood clotted with ice, feeling the chilling breath piercing his bones and traveling through his body. The old Daoist hurriedly formed a hand seal to protect his heart meridian, preserving his own life.
